Nostalgia #writebravely

It was a typical busy, dull day at office

The familiar ping on the phone made me look at the screen,

An FB friend request from a long lost friend blinked on the screen

A familiar rush of happiness surged through me as I saw the name

Nostalgia consumed me and the countless happy memories left me with a smile on my face

One accept and a messenger wave later, we were on a trip down the memory lane remembering the good old school days.

After the chat I feverishly started searching for other school friends and adding them

Just then Facebook suggested his name! My first crush and a dear friend

We lost touch after school, and now there on facebook his name popped!

I kept the phone aside and was trying to focus on work,

Did he ever know I liked him? Would he accept my friend request? Would it be awkward?

While my brain and heart debated on such endless questions

Another ping on the phone drew me towards it

He had sent a friend request with a message

“Hi! It’s been so long, remember the last time we met…”

We shared a bit of past, a bit of present, a bit of what was unsaid, had a hearty laugh and a promise to catch up soon.

And just like that an old friendship was renewed.

prose poetry about nostalgia

A bit of tech a bit of heart

I know this isn’t the theme for today, but I wanted to write on this theme and I have a series running on Friday, so couldn’t post then, hence posting now.

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The pianist #FridayFotoFiction


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“Khwaab ho tum ya…” wafted through the air and reached his ears, as he sat down to read his morning newspaper. He stopped peering over the newspaper with a magnifying glass and started humming the music as his fingers involuntarily played an imaginary piano in the air. Eyes closed, a smile lingering on his lips, he was a serene picture to behold except for a small tear that rolled down the corner of his eye. Rustom missed his piano and a life as a musician in Hindi film industry.

In the new era, musicians were replaced by electronic music and computers. Regaled into the past, Rustom continued playing at events but once arthritis made his fingers painful and stiff, he had to let go. Today all that was left was albums of pictures from his heydeys and such mornings when an old classic transported Rustom to the bygone era.

Linking up this post to Tina and Mayuri for #FridayFotoFiction

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Earth’s Deficit – #Tiniature

We recently crossed the Earth Overshoot Day, meaning that humans are pushing the planet to its ecological limit at an accelerated pace. We are consuming more of Earth’s resources than it can produce. My #Tiniature about this and what will happen if we continue to act rogue.

Have you given this a thought? Maybe other species will be required to take up the responsibility and find some solutions for it.

Man always prided himself in being the most intelligent of them all, but what if the God’s have realized their mistake and decided to evolve other species as well. If ‘MAN’ continues to act in the way he is now, maybe other species will be required to take up the responsibility and find some solutions for it and these solutions might not be to our liking!

First Crush – #Tiniature

How do you react when your school going kid, tells you that they love someone? Keeping a delicate balance and explaining that it’s normal to feel like that but it’s important to not evade personal spaces. This is an important topic that needs a separate post, which I will write soon, however here is a fun take on this scenario.

First crush

Tiniature – Life of a hacker


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Gayatri Gadre has started a series called #Tiniature that will run the whole of July! You write one tiny story everyday on Twitter. Though I joined in late, this is my entry for it. You can read what other’s wrote by following the #Tiniature on Twitter.

Ethical hacker tiny story

A tiny story about how the world just perceives what it sees and understands. There are many careers or interests that the larger public might not be aware of, however, that certainly doesn’t mean that those avenues are any less.

Do you know anyone who has chosen a path less trodden?

 

#Tiniature – Twitter Tale

Twitter _tale

Twitter usually evokes mixed reactions. There are few who love it and then there are few who hate it. I think it’s more about finding your tribe. Once you find it, you will love Twitter. The above post kind of sums up my relationship with twitter.

Zest for Life

Sushma was feeling confident as she walked in the office. She had nothing to lose and this was a chance she didn’t want to miss. By noon, she came out of the office with an offer letter clutched in her hand and a zeal for life. She reflected at the time in life when she had been depressed, realizing now just how wrong she had been.

Sushma had been a dedicated housewife for the past 30 years and she had been happy doing that. However once the children went off to study and she was left with the proverbial empty nest, a gloom took​ over. She felt like she was useless and her life had been non consequential. Her life seemed to be spiraling downwards.

One day she was asked for help in translation by her daughter. It was a small piece to be translated from Hindi to Marathi and she did a great job with it. Sushma was an army daughter and she had travelled extensively across India. She had been a zesty girl and loved to know more about the culture of the place. She also had a knack for languages. She had picked up 4 languages apart from Hindi and English. As she translated the piece for her daughter she rediscovered her love for languages.

Today, she had won a contract for translation of disaster management booklet, a project that would touch thousands of life. She had also discovered a zest for life.

Youthful – Age is just a number

Amar was up before dawn

Setting his tripod and waiting with bathed breath

He wished to shoot the valley as the first rays of sun kissed them

By the time, he was half way through setting up his equipment,

His frequently irregular apprentice hobbled in, blabbering excuses

Amar gestured the apprentice to be quiet and continued his work

He seemed to be in a meditative state focusing all his energy on his current work

As the first rays emerged, he was ready, clicking away his masterpiece.

Once the shoot was over and the team packed up

Amar went over to apprentice, informing him that he was no longer needed

The apprentice begged and pleaded for him to continue, explaining that he had been sleep deprived

But Amar was in no mood to listen; he simply informed his decision and walked off to his car

As is the case with any emotionally charged outburst, the apprentice started accusing Amar of being senile and non accommodative 

That’s when an old hand at Amar’s studio took the apprentice aside and calmed him down

He simply explained “A master artist isn’t born; it takes years of discipline, dedication to the craft and continuous learning.

This 60 year old award winning photographer is always updated about the latest trends in his craft and has dedicated his life to it.

He is up anytime to shoot his beloved pictures, while managing the many personal and social engagements. Learn and imbibe rather than finding excuses.

Don’t accuse him for your lack of dedication and energy; he at 60 is more youthful than three 20 something’s like you put together.”